Thursday,
I was probably the only person who looked forward to weddings. I loved dressing up, trying out new things on my hair and makeup, wearing all the fancy jewelry. I really loved spoiling myself and weddings were a great excuse for just that.
I wore a dark red one shoulder dress that hugged my figure and fell to the floor, trailing behind me. It was so gorgeous that I couldn't believe I actually found such a dress. I wore dark makeup and had my hair down, but it was perfectly curled to add volume to the dress. I clipped on my ruby and silver earrings, which hurt so much but it were worth it because they matched my dress so much. I clipped on the matching necklace and bracelet and ring.
I sprayed perfume on my neck and wrists before examining myself in the mirror for the whole look. I hadn't realized how much I'd grown into my looks, and the dress flaunted some killer curves I never knew I had. I was very pleased with how I looked. I finally took my shawl to cover myself, and got my clutch from the closet nearby.
I waited downstairs for my mother, careful not to trip on my dress as it sprawled behind me.
"Omniyah yallah bnt2akhar," my mom said while she went down the stairs, careful not to trip on her dress.
"Yuma kani na6ritich," I told her.
"Wee mashiftich," she said as she raised her head and paused.
"Tbarak ilra7man," she automatically said, and I smiled.
She began to mutter ilmu3awithat now, which was a first, as we got into the car.
"Mara thanya latikshikheen chithi," she told me.
I was offended. "Laish mu 7ilu? Wala over?" I asked. Although I didn't know if it was ever "over" for a wedding.
"La ilnas 3ainhum 7ara," she said.
"L2anaich intay umi, tara wallah mu lay hal daraja," I said as I chuckled.
"Rou7 Messila," my mom told the driver.
The ride was so long with lots of traffic since it was the start of the weekend.
I texted Faisal that I was on the way to the wedding, which he replied with his usual "Ok".
The house where the wedding was came to view and was adorned with lights for celebration. We got out of the car, and followed the crowd to the entrance of the house and into the wedding, where I took off my shawl and congratulated the families of the bride and groom, whom I didn't know at all.
The ballroom was gorgeous, as it was filled with orchids and and the couch itself even featured orchids as a main theme. I followed my mom up the rows and sat in the middle of the ballroom. I could feel people stare at me and I was so uncomfortable, but a bit confident. I knew I looked good and that made me happy.
I looked around for anyone familiar but I couldn't see anyone I recognized. I guessed it was just me and my mom, maybe khalti Salwa would join us.
I watched the different dresses and styles, it was like a real life fashion show. It was so nice to see. So yeah, I really did love weddings.
"Water maam?" the server asked me. I thanked her as I took my glass and drank it, only to realize I might've ruined my lipstick. Great.
"Yuma barou7 il7amam," I told my mom as I excused myself.
I walked out the main hall and took a left to the bathroom to reapply my lipstick; matte dark red, which gave me a velvet look I really liked.
"I love your makeup mashallah," a girl commented. She was wearing a lime green dress and her hair was up in a high bun.
I smiled. "Mashkoura, I love your dress," I replied, not knowing what else to say.
I almost frowned when I saw her friend next to her, Haya.
"Wait I know you, kintay ma3ay b **S 9a7?" Haya asked me.
I was stunned, the video kept playing in my head.
"Um ee, Haya 9a7?" I said, trying to act casual but I was sure I was failing. Wasn't she worried I would recognize her from the video or anything? I guessed mu hamha at all.
"Ee, oo intay Amani?"
"Actually Omniyah, bas close," I said with a chuckle, and she laughed. I honestly couldn't believe what she'd done and she acted so casual for someone with her reputation on the line.
"Yallah ashoufich inshallah," I said. Not in a private video, I thought to myself.
I walked back to my seat wala khalti Salwa was next to my mom.
"Hala khalti Salwa shlonich?" I asked her.
"Hala Omniyah 7abeebti shlonich? Mashallah smila 3alaich alf ilisim," she began to say as she looked at me admiringly. It felt kind of weird.
I sat next to my mom and looked at the rows in front of me.
I saw Haya and her friend walk to their seats next to other girls, probably their friends or something. I wondered if they knew what she had done. It was so weird.
To make matters worse I saw Zaina and two other girls, probably her sisters in law, walk into the hall. Zaina walked confidently, almost a bit too confidently. She wore a bright red cocktail dress that was short in front but long at the back and a huge bow on her shoulder. The jewelry on her neck looked like they cost as much as the wedding, in fact even her sisters in law looked like they could buy a house or two with their jewelry. I didn't know why I was intimidated by them.
"Hathi bint Al-M oo 7mwat'ha," I heard khalti Salwa whisper to my mom.
"Haw china Omniyah t3arifhum, ra7at 7aflat'hum marra," my mom whispered back. Oh she had no idea.
"Omniyah chinha akbar minich?" my mom asked. I gulped.
"Um la ihya chithi fun fa 3adi," I lied. Zaina was anything but fun.
I was so nervous right now, did she have any doubts? I watched Zaina and her sisters sit exactly opposite from us, a couple of rows below Haya and her friends.
I could only imagine Zaina's reaction if she saw the video with Haya, then she'd know who the real slut was.
She began to look around, as if looking for someone else familiar, or maybe out of pure ligafa, and I looked the other way when I felt her eyes roam in our directions. I wondered if she would recognize me. I looked at her, kind of accidentally but at the same time on purpose. We locked eyes and I looked away immediately. She really made me nervous, even if there was nothing to be nervous about.
The ballroom was almost full now, and my mom whispered for me to dance for khalti Salwa's sake, ugh, I hated dancing. I went to the meed and danced alone, awkwardly, but it was fortunately so crowded that I was barely even dancing, and didn't look like I was alone. I passed by Haya who was so into the song and danced really well to it. Not surprising.
I got back to my seat since the groom was about to come in, and wore my shawl. I was beginning to get hungry, and the appetizers were not enough.
It took a long time, probably an hour, for the groom to come in and leave with the bride for the buffet.
"Tabeen ita3ashain?" my mom asked me.
"Ee wallah yo3ana," I told her.
I took off my shawl and followed my mom to the buffet area, where I had a bit of everything on my plate. I loved wedding food. I looked around with my full plate for my mom only she was in a full table with her friends so I began to eat at the corner, which was so sad.
My mom texted me to wait for the driver outside once I finished my dinner. I was pretty much done in three minutes since I was so hungry. I took my shawl and purse and went to the bathroom to reapply my lipstick, which was almost faded.
I wrapped myself in the shawl and stepped outside in the cool weather to look for my driver, which was like finding a needle in a haystack.
"Yallah 3ad," I said at the sight in front of me.
It was the last thing I needed.
***
I was probably the only person who looked forward to weddings. I loved dressing up, trying out new things on my hair and makeup, wearing all the fancy jewelry. I really loved spoiling myself and weddings were a great excuse for just that.
I wore a dark red one shoulder dress that hugged my figure and fell to the floor, trailing behind me. It was so gorgeous that I couldn't believe I actually found such a dress. I wore dark makeup and had my hair down, but it was perfectly curled to add volume to the dress. I clipped on my ruby and silver earrings, which hurt so much but it were worth it because they matched my dress so much. I clipped on the matching necklace and bracelet and ring.
I sprayed perfume on my neck and wrists before examining myself in the mirror for the whole look. I hadn't realized how much I'd grown into my looks, and the dress flaunted some killer curves I never knew I had. I was very pleased with how I looked. I finally took my shawl to cover myself, and got my clutch from the closet nearby.
I waited downstairs for my mother, careful not to trip on my dress as it sprawled behind me.
"Omniyah yallah bnt2akhar," my mom said while she went down the stairs, careful not to trip on her dress.
"Yuma kani na6ritich," I told her.
"Wee mashiftich," she said as she raised her head and paused.
"Tbarak ilra7man," she automatically said, and I smiled.
She began to mutter ilmu3awithat now, which was a first, as we got into the car.
"Mara thanya latikshikheen chithi," she told me.
I was offended. "Laish mu 7ilu? Wala over?" I asked. Although I didn't know if it was ever "over" for a wedding.
"La ilnas 3ainhum 7ara," she said.
"L2anaich intay umi, tara wallah mu lay hal daraja," I said as I chuckled.
"Rou7 Messila," my mom told the driver.
The ride was so long with lots of traffic since it was the start of the weekend.
I texted Faisal that I was on the way to the wedding, which he replied with his usual "Ok".
The house where the wedding was came to view and was adorned with lights for celebration. We got out of the car, and followed the crowd to the entrance of the house and into the wedding, where I took off my shawl and congratulated the families of the bride and groom, whom I didn't know at all.
The ballroom was gorgeous, as it was filled with orchids and and the couch itself even featured orchids as a main theme. I followed my mom up the rows and sat in the middle of the ballroom. I could feel people stare at me and I was so uncomfortable, but a bit confident. I knew I looked good and that made me happy.
I looked around for anyone familiar but I couldn't see anyone I recognized. I guessed it was just me and my mom, maybe khalti Salwa would join us.
I watched the different dresses and styles, it was like a real life fashion show. It was so nice to see. So yeah, I really did love weddings.
"Water maam?" the server asked me. I thanked her as I took my glass and drank it, only to realize I might've ruined my lipstick. Great.
"Yuma barou7 il7amam," I told my mom as I excused myself.
I walked out the main hall and took a left to the bathroom to reapply my lipstick; matte dark red, which gave me a velvet look I really liked.
"I love your makeup mashallah," a girl commented. She was wearing a lime green dress and her hair was up in a high bun.
I smiled. "Mashkoura, I love your dress," I replied, not knowing what else to say.
I almost frowned when I saw her friend next to her, Haya.
"Wait I know you, kintay ma3ay b **S 9a7?" Haya asked me.
I was stunned, the video kept playing in my head.
"Um ee, Haya 9a7?" I said, trying to act casual but I was sure I was failing. Wasn't she worried I would recognize her from the video or anything? I guessed mu hamha at all.
"Ee, oo intay Amani?"
"Actually Omniyah, bas close," I said with a chuckle, and she laughed. I honestly couldn't believe what she'd done and she acted so casual for someone with her reputation on the line.
"Yallah ashoufich inshallah," I said. Not in a private video, I thought to myself.
I walked back to my seat wala khalti Salwa was next to my mom.
"Hala khalti Salwa shlonich?" I asked her.
"Hala Omniyah 7abeebti shlonich? Mashallah smila 3alaich alf ilisim," she began to say as she looked at me admiringly. It felt kind of weird.
I sat next to my mom and looked at the rows in front of me.
I saw Haya and her friend walk to their seats next to other girls, probably their friends or something. I wondered if they knew what she had done. It was so weird.
To make matters worse I saw Zaina and two other girls, probably her sisters in law, walk into the hall. Zaina walked confidently, almost a bit too confidently. She wore a bright red cocktail dress that was short in front but long at the back and a huge bow on her shoulder. The jewelry on her neck looked like they cost as much as the wedding, in fact even her sisters in law looked like they could buy a house or two with their jewelry. I didn't know why I was intimidated by them.
"Hathi bint Al-M oo 7mwat'ha," I heard khalti Salwa whisper to my mom.
"Haw china Omniyah t3arifhum, ra7at 7aflat'hum marra," my mom whispered back. Oh she had no idea.
"Omniyah chinha akbar minich?" my mom asked. I gulped.
"Um la ihya chithi fun fa 3adi," I lied. Zaina was anything but fun.
I was so nervous right now, did she have any doubts? I watched Zaina and her sisters sit exactly opposite from us, a couple of rows below Haya and her friends.
I could only imagine Zaina's reaction if she saw the video with Haya, then she'd know who the real slut was.
She began to look around, as if looking for someone else familiar, or maybe out of pure ligafa, and I looked the other way when I felt her eyes roam in our directions. I wondered if she would recognize me. I looked at her, kind of accidentally but at the same time on purpose. We locked eyes and I looked away immediately. She really made me nervous, even if there was nothing to be nervous about.
The ballroom was almost full now, and my mom whispered for me to dance for khalti Salwa's sake, ugh, I hated dancing. I went to the meed and danced alone, awkwardly, but it was fortunately so crowded that I was barely even dancing, and didn't look like I was alone. I passed by Haya who was so into the song and danced really well to it. Not surprising.
I got back to my seat since the groom was about to come in, and wore my shawl. I was beginning to get hungry, and the appetizers were not enough.
It took a long time, probably an hour, for the groom to come in and leave with the bride for the buffet.
"Tabeen ita3ashain?" my mom asked me.
"Ee wallah yo3ana," I told her.
I took off my shawl and followed my mom to the buffet area, where I had a bit of everything on my plate. I loved wedding food. I looked around with my full plate for my mom only she was in a full table with her friends so I began to eat at the corner, which was so sad.
My mom texted me to wait for the driver outside once I finished my dinner. I was pretty much done in three minutes since I was so hungry. I took my shawl and purse and went to the bathroom to reapply my lipstick, which was almost faded.
I wrapped myself in the shawl and stepped outside in the cool weather to look for my driver, which was like finding a needle in a haystack.
"Yallah 3ad," I said at the sight in front of me.
It was the last thing I needed.
***
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